Continued from Part Six Jimmy Olsen lay between two gar-bage cans in the alley. It felt like an elephant on fire was sitting on his chest. Night Lord’s gang scattered. Distant sirens grew ever fainter. The eleven-year-old choked on his own blood, tears filling his eyes and fear pouring out along with his life. Powerhouse….
Continued from Part Five In the garage at two a.m. Naomi stood waiting for Dave, waving a letter. “You’re not going to believe this. First someone pays off my student loan, and now our credit card has been paid off.” Dave squirmed. He won every match, but it’d freak Naomi out that he’d replaced comics…
Continued from Part Four Naomi stepped out of her station wagon at Leona Campbell’s store front law office. She wrinkled her nose at the sign—Divorces R Us. Ugh. Most lawyers hated to handle a divorce or anything related to one. Leona had a near monopoly among women in the city. Naomi pushed through the door….
Continued from Part Three After work, Dave found Naomi in their bed, engrossed in the TV. He stripped off his coveralls. “Say, you want to go out to eat?” She jumped. “What are you doing here?” “I finished early.” “Six hours early?” “I worked ahead. Wanna go, or not?” “I’m not really hungry; I just…
Continued from Part Two Dave patted the earth around his new date palm and arched his back. With his super powers, he didn’t really hurt, but a normal person would be sore after a day of planting eight exotic trees in his front yard. The school bus screeched to a halt. James rumbled off it….
Continued from Part One Digging into his pancake breakfast, Dave beamed at the stars in his wife’s eyes. Nothing like good ol’ Mickey D’s to impress a woman. Naomi swallowed a bite of hash browns. “I got another award from the division.” Dave blinked. “You got an award from the division before?” “You’re never around…
A burning bacon odor awoke Naomi Johnson. She ran downstairs to the kit-chen. Her jaw fell open—Dave, at the stove? “What are you doing?” He turned to face her with a boyish grin. “Making breakfast.” “Thanks, but it smells likes it’s burning.” “Oops, sorry.” He turned off the bur-ner. “How about we all go out…
Continued from Part Ten “Breaking News” flashed on the TV. Night Lord smiled. The news anchor said, “Good evening, we have a development in the story of Powerhouse, the mystery man fighting crime in our community. We go live to John Markey at the University Hospital.” Markey stood in the parking lot out-side the hospital….
Continued from Part Eight Powerhouse mopped up the church-yard basketball court with Jimmy Olsen, Kenny Chung, and Tim Hernandez. Kenny pulled him aside. “I need help with my homework.” Kenny pulled out a math book. “There are a couple things I don’t get.” “Let me see.” Powerhouse sat on the blacktop and stared down at…
Continued from Part Seven Father Raphael lay on his bunk. He was ready to die if he had to, but he so hated to leave this world with so much work left undone. “God in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, Lord, but deliver me from this evil place.”…